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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm

birds singing in the sycamore tree

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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[personal profile] sleaairgid 2012-04-15 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
It is your way, the formless prince observes, by way of reassurance. And so shall it always be. Just as I will always seek out those things that come between us and put an end to them.

But this... this place. It has welcomed me.
Never mind that he had to fight his way in; scars are old news to him and so he's already moved past these freshest ones. I like it much better than the last.